Blinking lights! Andy became fixated!

“What!? What!? What!?” 

Where’d you think Greenies go when you knock them off the lapboard Andy? (They become a housekeping chore periodicaly. I toss them outside for critters that come around.)

“I didn’t know.”

“Speaking of Greenies….!”

Andy always stops… 

…and looks at me, as if he needs my permission to eat his treats, then he chomps away!

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I don’t remember using this landscape photo from my recent Rapid City car maintenance trip. I used this one instead:

The isolated tree on the right made compositional sense, and says Nebraska to me. When I was in the US Army, I kept in touch with home, emotionally, by thinking about an isolated tree in a field just outside of my town. Trees like this typically are the result of birds pooping seeds or seeds carried on the wind. These trees become landmarks on otherwise largely featureless vistas.